Alpena weekly argus., 1887-11-09

rosin and cotton and took TO the match.
But II was admiring and not offensive.
The wedding came on and was q great
AFFAIR. Miss Elton was hrst bridesmaid,
and tho gentleman she married afterward
Mr.. Leam.ngton, was Foljambe's bost
man. There was q reception at tho house
tho young people took no tour but re-
NAMED at Foljambe Place-and l, Of the
few Brantford folk invited, was there. SO
was David Peabody, of course. He was
got up In suit OF fine broadcloth, and his
shoes shone like japanned waiter Every
one knew this raiment came from the BRIDE
groom. o, Of coursel There were q num-
Der OF costly and elegant presents dis
played. But these came, with the excep-
tion OF an odd-lookiug Japanese cabinet.
given by the Widow Peabody, from the
Foltambe friends and connections. Uncle
David examined them.
Betty" he SAID, loud enough TO attract
attention, "the Peabodys don't seem to
shine in the way OF making gifts to the
bride. Your Uncle David will have to put
In his mite" Then he drew o bulky pack.
age from his capacious breast pocket, which
1t fitted so tightly that he withdrew it with
difficulty.
20, thank you, Uncle David,n said the
bride. ANY thing from you"
"Open 1t, child"
The ncwly-made Mrs Foljambe undid the
cord and removed the wrapping. It was a
Russia leather covered casket with the
letters r. p. r. on 1t. When she opened 1t
she gave one cry Of delight.
"They are old mine stones," said Unclo
David quietly. "Don't drop that scrap of
paper. don't want you to bo running to
your husband for pocket money, and you'd
better invest the amount Of that check for
yourself as he advises you"
This was surprise. Few had seen such
set--a necklace, bracelets, earrings and
pin, made up Of the finest brilliants, some
OF them quite large. They must have cost
enormously. Where did Uncle David get
the money!
found out before any one else. Twas
down in New York to purchase tea, and
Carlton, of the jobbing nrm with which I
did business, said to me:
David Peabody is rusticating at Brant-
ford, amt hel''
"Old Uncle Davidi" / said. "Yes, he Ia
q sort OF hanger-on to his sister-in.law.
She feeds him, fancy"
"Feeds himi What do you meant David
Peabody could feed dozen sister-in-laws,
and not feel it,"
"Well," said, II recently began to sus.
pect he was rather well-ofY.n
"Rather well-offp exclaimed Carlton.
"That's the best joke out. David Peabody
well-offl Is it possible you don't know how
rich he isl But he hardly knows himself.
Hc has been for over eighteen years the
principal stockholder in O great Mexican
mine. II is an English company, and he
is tho only American in 1t. But he owns
two-thirds Of 1t. Why, II Is one of the most
successful mines in the country. Well or
Why, he is away up in the millions, and II
keeps pouring in"
OF course this was too good to keep.
Brantford had the benefit of 1t, and, ex-
cept an occasional dash at the rosin and
cotton, David's great wealth was the sub
ject for discussion and comment.
The civil war come and was going on, and
Foljambe and his follies faded before it.
AT last in 1869 Foljambe's cotton began to
be moved. 1t had risen In price exceed
ingly, and Brantford found that there had
been method in the madness. But the
rosin, though it had risen too, remained
undisturbed. At length, think il was in
August, 1868, threo hundred barrels Of the
rosin were shipped to Boston. The next
day one hundred and fifty went to Phila.
delphia and q hundred to Baltimore. The
next day three hundred were sent to New
York. And SO it continued to move, some-
times In smaller, sometimes in larger quan-
titles, until by the latter part OF November
every barrel was gone. took up the pricc
current and ran over the file for the quota
tions on naval stores. To my surprise the
price had varied from August to November,
from twenty-five to forty.four dollars per
barrel. And then 1t went down below the
first figure. Foljambe had stocked the
market
There was little talk about Foljambe's
follies after that in Brantford. On the
contrary, the Brantford people admired the
shrewdness OF Fool Jim," and that name
dropped. Well they might admire him.
Ho and Uncle David between them have
built up the place, which has doubled in
population and is thriving in every way.
AS for Foljambe himself, he is very quiet
for man so immensely rich. Beyond
years visit to Europe, and two or three
months travel every year to some part OF
the country, he stays principally on the
Foljambe place, where he has enlarged the
old mansion and devotos himself to his
family. Rebecca Foljambe is as handsome
think as ever, though more plump than
she used to be. They appear to be as fond
of each other as ever, and dare say that
they are.
One day, when he dropped into the shop,
happened to say something complim entary
to his foresight. He laughed
"Coffey," he said, ''most Of my successes
were unexpected. had, it Is true, q sus-
picion amounting almost to certainty that
there was bed Of iron ore on the Peabody
farm, but bought 1t solely to give the
widow lift, for Nathan Peabody had pet
ted me when boy, and was always ready
poor fellow, to leave his farm work to Join
me In hunting or fishing, or nutting, or
any thing else. The fact that was almost
certain however, made me divide the prof
its with the widow as q matter Of equity.
never suspected Uncle David's wealth;
but the cotton and rosn purchase was q
matter OF calculation, particularly the
rosin. 1t was then drug in the market
II had accumulated in large hills wherever
they made turpentine. II could be had
almost for the taking away. knew that
war would como, but never dreamed that
rosin would go beyond FIVE or six dollars. I
built tho sh0ds at Brantford, because that
was cheaper than storing in New York, and
that's oil the foresight had"
"You must have made a good thing out
Of it, anyhow" I enjoined, 'It is not my
business how much and Idon't ask, but you
must have netted good round sum-"
20, don't mind telling you," he said,
~ have figured it up. On the cotton and
rosin together, netted just three millions,
seven thousand and ten dollars But am
not so rich as David Peabody, by some mill
ions. ~ Thomas Dunn English, in the Epoch.
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